(Sorry couldn’t resist making this after a friend had posted that I should do it XD. )

Standing valiant and worn, the young thief stood strong versus his adversary, a snail. Standing strong with his pan lid in his left hand, his palm sweaty with anticipation. In his right hand, a field dagger which was bound tightly to his palm by his fingers. Wearing a white bandana, a gray shirt with a white stripe across the chest, a pair of blue shorts and a pair of sandals to ensure he was quiet while in his acts of stealing goods.

The snail, vicious in looks with an impenetrable red shell, it’s eyes cold with the need to kill and feed upon this thieves succulent bones. It’s slow movement only made warriors believe it had no power. It’s attacks were deadly, a man-eating ooze that they left behind in their wake of movement. Their eyes as hard as diamonds, but with the given force, enough to crush their victims with ease.

The thief, not being a very patient person at this time due to the fact that the snail had caught him stealing a potion from it’s lair, had to find a way to quickly dispatch of this menace. Gripping his field dagger firmly, he lunged forth at the snail. Rearing his arm back and thrusting it forth, in an attempt to stab the snail. Watching the snail’s body twist with utter simplicity, his dagger slammed into the rock hard red shell that resided upon the back of this creature. A loud clang was heard as the dagger flew up into the air, though, the thief still held onto it. Standing there in the wake of the snails eyes, he took a gulp, watching the eyes rear outwards and shut firmly. Jumping for his life, the thief managed to land on the snail’s shell. The eyes of this creature had slammed together and made a dull thud.

Taking a deep breath from his encounter that almost cost him his life, he signed and spun his dagger in his hand, holding the blade downward as he began to quickly stab down at the snail’s shell. It was useless, the dagger bounced from the shell with every stab. Getting frustrated, the thief quickly placed his shield on his back, taking the dagger in both hands and continuing the onslaught on the snail’s shell.

With no prevail yet again, the thief quickly yelled in anger as he stuffed his dagger into his boot and reached into his pocket. Grabbing his Garnier, he slipped his hand into it and fitted it firmly to his hand. “Now your time is over Snail,” he yelled out as he jumped off to the side of the snail, lunging himself backwards, he reached his other hand into a pouch at his side and grabbed out his tobi’s. Jumping into the air the hurling one star at a time at this snail, he narrowed his eyes and realized that there were a few things he hadn’t tried yet.

Quickly planting his feet on the ground, he lunged a star at the snail’s frail body, the star hit the goop of a body and with a faint gush sound, the snail squalled out. Thinking to himself, the thief threw another star, this time it hit the coiled frame of the shell, bouncing off like his dagger once had. Throwing a few more at the same spot, he realized that the smooth, hard back was weakest at the coil on either side. Continuing his attack on the coil, he grew tired, his arm going numb with how hard he was throwing these stars.

Giving his stars a couple more throws, he hit the same area on the snails side. Seeing that the snail was in pain as the shell cracked more and more with every star, it couldn’t turn to him. Grinning to himself, he quickly stuffed his tobi’s into his pouch and taking his Garnier off and putting it into his pocket. Reaching down to his boot, he grabbed his field dagger and gripped it tightly as he ran back at the snail. Rolling his shield off of his back and holding it firmly in his left hand, he took off in a mad sprint at the snail.

Upon reaching the snail, he thrust his dagger viciously into the shell. The shell gave way to the dagger and shattered on the side. Quickly lifting his knife up, the shell gave way to the dagger, lifting from the snail’s body. A green goop ran out of the shell like a waterfall, the snail’s body slowly melting down, it’s eyes rolling back and dropping to the ground. It had been defeated, laying helpless and dying upon the ground.

Tired from his fight, the thief slowly sat down on the ground and aimed to catch his breath. Covered in the green goop that fell from the shell, he shook his head and said to himself, “Man… What a drag, I need to take a shower now…”